A Chance Meeting
I was annoyed. I had arranged to meet Leonie, my wife. Slim build. Long black hair. We were going to have a drink here at the hotel bar, then go to the theatre. Leonie bought the tickets. . She was late. I called her mobile but it went to voicemail. I was about to leave. I watched the tall woman as she entered the hotel bar. Long blonde hair. She looked about twenty five. She was wearing a sleeveless shimmery dress with the hem just inches below her bottom. Her legs were bare. She wore black...